Disclaimer: Harry Potter is property of J. K. Rowling, who is now richer than the queen of England, and Yugioh is property of some Japanese millionaire.

Author's Note: Because there will be mental discussions with more than one set of people I will be using the following to distinguish them that will be used from here on: /Yugi to Yami/ //Yami to Yugi/

(Malik to Marik) ((Marik to Malik))

New Game, New Rules Chapter III Muggle Transportation for the Magical Beings

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"What the hell is this! There is no such thing as a platform with a fraction at the end of it!"

"Kaida, calm down, I'm sure there is a logical explanation for this."

"THERE CAN'T BE, I CHECKED ALL THE PLATFORM NUMBERS! IT GOES: PLATFORM 8, PLATFORM 9, PLATFORM 10, PLATFORM 11! THERE IS NO 9 ¾!"

"Kaida, you're making a scene, people are staring at you," said Malik quietly, before addressing the crowd. "It's okay folks, nothing to worry about; my friend here hasn't taken her meds yet; she's a little messed up in the head."

Kaida's eyes threw daggers at him. The clock at the station chimed, marking the time a quarter to eleven. She got up and leaned against the barrier between Platform 9 and 10, trying to figure out where the train would be. Just as she allowed the brick wall to hold her weight, she seemed to fall through, as if the wall was just a hologram. The other four just stared at the place where Kaida's body rested just seconds before.

"Well, I think we just found the entrance to our platform," said Yugi, pushing his trolley towards the barrier.

"Yugi, what do you think you're doing? You're going to crash!"

He ignored the cries and pleas of his peers and ran straight at the wall. The closer the wall the more insane the idea was; he was yards away......what was he thinking, now only feet......that wall looked pretty solid, the tip of his trolley was inches away, closing his eye. He braced himself waiting for the impact, but it never came. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and looked cautiously at his surrounds. In a curly script was inscribe the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. A large scarlet engine stood still as students, ranging from ten or eleven to seventeen, boarding it.

He overheard two mother's conversations as their children boarded the train.

"I'm so glad they're going back to school, with Dumbledore watching them."

"Yes, with You-Know-Who back, Hogwarts is only the safest place for them."

"You-Know-Who?" Yugi questioned himself at the statement, wondering why the two witches were so scared of this person or thing.

"So, you finally made it," said a voice from behind him and Kaida's figure crept into his view underneath her navy cloak, eyes glowing.

Yugi tried unsuccessfully to hide his surprise. "Oh, yeah Kaida. I hope the others get here alright."

"Isis is with them, thought I wouldn't put it past Malik to miss the train."

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"Where did that boy go, the one with the funny, tri-colored hair?"

"What do you mean, sir? What boy?" Isis asked quite frankly. 'Why did Yugi have to go through that barrier when he did. Now I have to sort this all out.'

"You know damn well who I mean, bitch; the boy you were talking to. He walked right through that wall. Now, you're going to tell me where he is unless you want find out first hand how much time it takes shattered bones to heal."

"You wouldn't." But she knew she was fooling herself; this guy had the muscles to backup his threat.

"Try me." He placed his two hands her arm and snapped it, shooting sparks of intense pain through her body. She gave a short, high-pitched shriek. "Care to answer that question again."

Isis' eyes began to water, and try as she might, she could not keep the tears from coming. A strong hand gripped her shoulder, pushing her body behind his.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" asked her younger brother coldly; Bakura stationed at his left side.

"Yes. Maybe you and your little girlfriend next to you can tell me where that boy went when he walked through that wall?"

"Walked through a wall?" he asked, giving the man a strange look as he attempted to restrain Bakura, "Are you seeing things? It's physically impossible to wall through something solid like that."

"Don't be such a smart ass with me, I know what I saw!"

"Or do you only think you do," came the eerie voice of Bakura, as a flash of light appeared from under his white button up shirt where the ring laid, erasing the man's memory. "All too easy."

The two boys watched the man walk to the train boarding at platform 10, never taking their eyes off of him. Only when he entered the car did their eyes drift back to Isis, who was struggling to load Kaida's footlocker onto her trolley with her right hand. Malik dashed over to her, helping her finish loading the trolley, though he was surprised that she let him. Isis is one of those girls who hates to show weakness in any way, shape, or form, physically or intellectually. Whenever she said she wasn't feeling good, he would know something was wrong. The last time she told him she was in pain, she ended up in the hospital with appendicitis.

Isis slowly pushed the overloaded trolley through the barrier, followed closely by her brother and Ryou.

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"Well, seeing that there's only five minutes till the train leaves, there's probably no empty compartments left. My best bet is we split up and meet up at school."

Malik nodded vigorously at Kaida's suggestion and jumped onto the train with Ryou and Yugi before his sister protest.

"I guess it's you and me," said Kaida, lifting her trunk, with Ma'at's cage balanced on top of it. She turned her head to speak to Isis once more, but stopped at the sight of her attempting to drag her trunk up the train's stairs with one hand as well as carry her cat carrier. "Isis, you need any help?"

"I got it."

Kaida put down her trunk and went over to her peer, hands on her hips. "No you don't; you picked that trunk up easily when you loaded it onto the trolley earlier."

She grabbed Isis's left arm and saw her wince as she tried to muffle a yelp. Kaida dropped it quickly, as Isis pulled it back and gently massaged it.

"Sorry," she said softly, replacing her hand onto Isis' wrist. Isis looked at the girl in front of her, as a peculiar sensation seemed to seep through her body, but the second she seemed to notice the feeling stopped, causing her to think she imagined it. "What's wrong with your arm?"

"Nothing," she said quickly, receiving an evil looking glare. "Um...well....after Yugi went through the barrier, this man comes up to me and demands to know where he went. When I lied to him and said I didn't know, he grabbed my wrist and threatened to break it. I don't know if he did or not, except that it hurt like hell. Malik and Ba-Ryou took care of it though."

"Stupid British," muttered Kaida audibly. "I'll carry your trunk onto the train and then go back and get mine and Ma'at. 'K?"

Isis nodded, grabbing Hathor with her good hand and following Kaida onto the train. Being that they only had three minutes till the train left, they looked in the nearest compartment for seats. The first one was full, but only one girl with red hair occupied the second, who was currently flipping through a textbook. Kaida cleared her voice and the girl with red hair looked up.

"Yes?"

"Is anyone else sitting here?"

The girl smiled and shook her head. "No, come on in. I could use some company."

Isis came in and sat down as Kaida set down the trunk she was carrying, to return moments later with her trunk and owl. Seconds after she got into the compartment, the train began to pull away from the station.

"Well, that was a close one for you," said the red head, breaking the silence. Kaida nodded. "I'm Ginny Weasley. I'm a 5th year." She paused for a moment, looking at Kaida's face that sported a look of deep concentration like she was trying to put two things together, before continuing. "Is this your first time at Hogwarts? I mean, I haven't seen you two before, but you guys don't look like you're eleven."

Kaida glared at the redhead; a look of disgust in her golden orbs. "I turned sixteen less than a week ago and Isis is going to be seventeen in December. I'm Kaida Micsuei and that's Isis Ishtar. The school decided to start us in the 6th year so we could learn with people our own age."

"No need to snap, just curious. But, good luck catching up. I have a brother in 6th year and he has enough trouble getting through one year's worth of work, let alone six."

"Weasley, that's where I heard it before," exclaimed Kaida, who had a 'light bulb moment.' (Solo_girl: That's my phrase, I made it up, I own it. *teardrop* I feel so important.) "You aren't related to a Percy Weasley are you?"

"Yeah, he's my older brother. Why do you ask?"

"We meet him at the Leaky Cauldron, when we got off the Knight Bus. Very businesslike; language charm, supply list, room key, and then he disappeared. He kept on acting like we were lower than him."

"Yeah, he can be a jerk, but why did you need a language charm?"

"English isn't my native language, duh; I live in Tokyo and normally speak Japanese." The way she spoke seemed to imply that she thought the answer was obvious.

"So I take it this is your first time in England then? How do you like it here?" she asked trying to be polite.

"Well," said Kaida, thinking for a moment. "Besides the fact that someone tried to rape me in a bookstore, ran into me and said it was my fault when it was clearly his since I was carried between three and four feet worth of books and couldn't see where I was going, and Isis getting her arm snapped in half, it's been fine."

Ginny just looked at her. "Someone tried to rape you?!" She looked over at Isis. "And someone broke your arm?!"

They both nodded their heads. Ginny switched seats, and sitting next to Isis, she grabbed her wrist to examine it, wand at hand. As she pointed her wand at her wrist, Isis pulled back, a look of puzzlement glued to her face.

"I know what I'm doing," said Ginny, noticing the look of uncertain on her patient's face. "Mum signed me up for a basic first aid course at St. Mungo's this summer. Anyway, I'm just going to put it in a brace, not heal it. You can send an owl to Madam Pomfrey, telling her what happened."

Muttering a small incarnation, bandages shot from the tip of Ginny's wand, wrapping themselves around Isis's left wrist and lower arm. After muttering a small word of thanks, she reached into her trunk, pulling out about a half a dozen scrolls with numerous pages of their translations in Arabic, before finding some scrap paper and a fountain pen. She quickly inscribed a short note on it in her small, neat handwriting, before signing it and standing up.

"Now to find that brother of mine and his owl," she muttered to herself.

"Oh, just use mine. I daresay where your brother is and what the hell he is doing," said Kaida, letting the bird out of her cage, as she stuck her leg out so Isis could tie the note to it. Letting her through the open window, they watched her sail off to the castle.

Isis took one of the scrolls and notebook, and began to continue with her translations.

"So, what were your parent's like when they found out you were a witch?"

"Oh, they...uh....they....um...well you see...they...er-" Kaida stopped in mid-sentence as her cell phone began to ring, answering it in Japanese "Hello?"

"YOUNG LADY, WHERE ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! IT'S TEN O'CLOCK AT NIGHT!"

"Well, hello to you too, Mom," Kaida said, bringing the phone back to her ear from the spot she had it stationed at, about a foot away from her.

"I EXPECTED BETTER OF YOU! SURE IT WAS YOUR SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY, BUT THAT IS NO REASON TO BE SO IRRESPONSIBLE AND NOT TELL US WHERE YOU ARE FOR ALMOST TWO DAYS! YOUR FATHER AND I HAVE BEEN SO WORRIED! WE WERE GOING TO CALL THE COPS!"

"Mom, come on, I'm fine."

"WELL, YOU PROBABLY WON'T WHEN YOUR FATHER GETS A HOLD OF YOU; HE'S ANGRIER THAN I AM! YOU ARE GOING TO STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE MISSY, TILL YOUR FATHER AND I GET THERE!"

She heard her father's voice yelling in the background, saying something along the lines of 'Where the fuck is she?!' and her mother telling him she was going to ask.

"YOUR FATHER'S GOING TO GO AND PICK YOU UP RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!"

"Uh, mom, I'm on the train right now."

"WELL YOU'RE GOING TO GET OFF AT THE NEXT STOP AND CALL YOUR FATHER TO TELL HIM WHERE YOU ARE!"

"Mom, that's kinda impossible."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'IMPOSSIBLE!?'"

Kaida placed her hand over the phone and looked over to Ginny and asking her in English where they were.

"I really don't know," replied Ginny honestly, "Somewhere in England I think, a rural area."

"I'm somewhere in England," she told her mom, switching back to Japanese

"ENGLAND?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN ENGLAND?!"

"Good question; it's a funny story really. Yesterday an owl delivered a letter to me say I was a witch and was accepted to one of the best schools in Europe. I wrote you a note since they needed to pick me up before you go home."

"A WITCH! THAT'S IT, I HAVE HEARD ENOUGH OF THIS BULL SHIT! I AM FLYING OVER TO ENGLAND, PICKING YOU UP, AND WHEN WE GET HOME, YOU ARE GOING TO BE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE, YOU GOT-"

Her mother's voice silenced as Kaida's cell phone battery went dead. She looked up to see Ginny staring at her blankly. "Well, that kinda gives you an idea. Let's just say they aren't too thrilled," she stated emotionlessly, continuing the conversation as if they had never been interrupted by the phone call.

Ginny was still speechless at the young woman's ability to continue a conversation as if nothing had ever happened. Seconds flew by as Ginny stared perplexity at the girl in front of her, completely bypassing the hand that was being waved in front of her face. Unknown to her, the hand crept away from her; a sharp pinch on wrist drew her out of her daydream. "So you're telling me that that's the first time they heard the news?" she spoke recovering from her shock.

"Yeah."

The door of their compartment opened as a plump witch poked her head in. "Anything of the trolley, dears?"

The small gurgle in her seemed to agree with the witch, as she drew out some money from her trunk and looked at the selection with Ginny.

"What the hell is this?" asked Kaida, staring at the candies and sweets in front of her.

"Candy," said Ginny paying for his sweets. "It's all pretty good. Though you need to be careful with Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans, they mean every flavor, and Cockroach Clusters are just plain nasty. Isis, you should get something; dinner isn't served till around seven."

Isis looked up from her work mumbling about how she didn't like people ruining her concentration while she worked, before hastily buying a carton of Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans, a pack of Chocolate Frogs, and some Cauldron Cakes. Kaida finally decided on Licorice Wands, Sugar Quills, Pumpkin Pasties, and Chocolate Frogs before the witch left. Quietly they ate their lunch of sugary substance, until Isis spit out a 'jelly bean.'

"Oh, that is the most discussing thing I have ever tasted. Who makes a liver flavored jelly beans?"

Ginny let out a small giggle, before explaining. "That's what they mean by every flavor. But you know, you really are lucky; one of my brother's got a booger flavored one once."

"How many brothers do you exactly have?"

"Six. Bill used to be a curse breaker in Egypt, but now he has a desk job," she studied their perplexed faces before adding, "He would raid the pyramids for the gold and-"

"May Osiris have mercy on his soul," said Isis solemnly, "For taking the pharaoh's treasure is one of the greatest sins."

"Okay," said Ginny, a little spooked, "Charlie works with dragons in Romania, you already know Percy, Fred and George own a joke shop, and Ron's still in school."

Kaida fingered the gold ankh that rested on a fine gold chain around her neck, as she listen to Ginny tell them more about her brothers, occasionally stealing nervous glances at Isis, who was no longer listening and gave all of her attention to her translations.

"All of my brothers were in Griffindor, and so were my parents. They're a little disappointed though, everyone in the family's been prefects except Fred and George."

"And Griffindor is....?" Kaida prompted.

"Right, you never heard of Hogwarts before," said Ginny, earning her a pair of rolled eyes. "You see, there are four houses at Hogwarts, each named after one of the four founders. Griffindor is really the best house, for the brave and courageous, Ravenclaw's for the super smart students, it's said that Hufflepuff are for people who are 'loyal,' but they really a bunch of pushovers, and then there's Sytherin, it's a bad house I tell you. There hasn't been a single witch or wizard who has gone bad that hasn't been in Syltherin. They try to cover it up, though, tell the first years that the house is known for the sly." Ginny leaned in and looked cautiously around as if to see if anyone was there. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely audible. "You-Know-Who himself was in Syltherin, fifty years ago."

Kaida looked at her, her voice filled with sarcasm. "Know I don't know who; would you mind telling me who it is?"

Ginny shuttered for a minute before whispering a single, three-syllable word. "Voldemort."

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"Curcio!"

A cold voice let out a laugh as a figure curled up in pain at the man, no creature's feet, for no person in the human race could enjoy inflicting such pain on another of his kind. Two hostile red eyes lay upon the human that laid before him, begging for mercy, pleading for the pain to cease. A black wand was clutched in the left hand of the figure.

"Need a little break?" mocked the thing, removing the curse from the man that lay before him. As the figure rose from his feet, the onlookers could tell they were mistaking in assuming the man's age, well actually, the boy's age, for the it was easily seen that he was only 18 or 19. "Well you should have been expecting that. Since when does Lord Voldemort let crimes go unpunished?"

"My Lord, it's not my fault, it's in some weird form of hieroglyphs, I've never seen it before."

"Irving, your pleas mean nothing to me, for I show no mercy. It is that of the quality of performance that speaks to me, and I am tired of your puerile job. Three months of work in Egypt, and you return with a simple birth certificate of some unknown prince." A man stepped out of the circle of robed Deatheaters, handing Voldemort a single papyrus scroll. " 'Born today was the son of Pharaoh Sefp, Prince Yamhimotet nicknamed Yami, our next pharaoh, two cubits long and weighing the same as a Korrebo.'" Voldemort tossed the paper to the ground, setting it aflame with his wand, then answering the questioned that shone in the young man's eyes. "You surely didn't believe that you were my only agent in Egypt, do you? You're more of a fool than I thought. Due to Avery, I have heard of there is power so great, the world will just fall to my feet. The rest of the tablet lies in a single museum. As for you Irving, you were never very much help anyway."

A green flash erupted from his wand, and the man crumpled at Voldemort's feet.

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Malik slammed the door of the nearest compartment behind them, not really caring what person they would it with for the next six hours. He plopped onto the seat nearest to him, reclining, while Yugi and Ryou sat down across from him.

"Finally, time without Isis. I swear, that girl thinks that I'm going to try to take over the world ever other week."

Yugi and Ryou exchanged glances, know all too well what happened the last time he tried to take over the world.

"Take over the world; you're joking right?" A voice rang out from the corner of the compartment, causing the three of them to jump. The boy's messy, black hair hung in his emerald eyes.

Malik smiled innocently, flashing his best puppy dog. "Of course."

The boy focus turned to Yugi and Ryou. "You were the two boys I saw in George's and Fred's joke shop, and your in the sixth year, right?. I never caught your names?"

"Yugi Mouto," he said, gesturing to himself, "and yes we all are."

"Ryou Bakura."

"Malik Ishtar."

"Harry Potter."

The conversation ended there; no exclamatory statements about his identity, no questioning on who he was, not ever the familiar glance at his scar, just Harry going back to staring out the window and the three foreigners continuing their discussion in low voices.

"So, do you have him under control?" asked Yugi quietly.

"Well Isis wouldn't leave me alone for this long if he wasn't. Isis took me aside before we got on the bus, saying that if I couldn't keep You-Know-Who under control while at school, she would melt the rod down." His voice was full of a fake cheeriness. He absentmindedly put his hand protectively in one of the larger pockets of his cargo pants. "Though it's going to be hell if we can't let them out, especially Bakura."

"He and I struck an agreement; he has to stay in the ring during classes and while I study."

"That's pushing it," said Bakura's raspy voice as he took over his hikari's body. "I said I would let him attend classes in peace, I never said anything about study time."

"I can't believe you actually Ryou go."

"Well, it was either be bored in Japan or bored here, though I'm starting to think I'd rather be back in Domino, at least there are a verity of duelists."

"And what are we, chopped liver?"

"Yeah dueling the King of Games and a Psychopath all year."

The compartment door creaked open, a hushed silence falling upon its occupants. **~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**

Harry tore his eyes away from the strange trio with whom he was sharing the compartment with and back to scenery racing past him.

"....keep You-Know-Who under control.......at school......" Harry mentally jumped at the sound of the blond mentioning Voldemort's name so carelessly. 'They can't be spies for Voldemort, their too young,' he tried to reassure himself, though the thought still was in his mind.

".....can't let....out.....Bakura."

'Let Bakura out?'

"....stay in the ring......"

".......pushing it.......attend classes in peace....." this was a new voice; one Harry hadn't heard before.

'You have heard that voice before,' said a small voice in his head. 'Back at the joke shop, when they were leaving.' He made a mental note to look out for that voice.

"......Domino....verity of duelists."

".........dueling.....King of Games......Psychopath......"

'Do these people even realize how dangerous dueling is, let alone it being banned at Hogwarts?'

Slowly the door opened, reveling three of Harry's least favorite people- Draco Malfoy and his two goons Crabbe and Goyle.

"What do you want Malfoy," his voice filled with spite as he rose to his feet, then followed by a smug grin. "You're looking better than when I last left you and your cronies; a couple of slugs squeezed into Hogwarts."

"No thanks to you; I had to spend a week at St. Mungo's to get rid of it. Where's that mudblood, Granger? Did You-Know-Who get her?"

"Why don't you answer that question yourself? Your dad's one of Voldemort's mates, he must brag about it all the time, Ferret-Boy." At this Yugi let out a stifled chuckle, earning him a glare from Malfoy.

"Leave Father out of this. And speaking mate's, it seems like you've got some new ones; a gay beach blond," he sneered, noting Malik's shoulder- length platinum hair, lavender shirt, and gold jewelry (think Battle City). "A circus freak and an old lady."

At this comment, the three teens jumped to their feet, but it was Malik who reached him first. Grabbing the front of his robes, he pinned him up against the door. His eyes narrowed and lips became a thin line, Ryou standing next to him, a sinister look played on his face almost as if he was about to commit murder, a hand in his pocket. When Malik finally spoke, his voice was deadly soft and although it was barely a whisper, the entire compartment understood what he said. "You will never, ever call me, or any of us at that matter, that again if you do not wish for experience torture like you've never felt before for the rest of eternity. You got that?"

Malfoy glared at him from the floor where Malik had dropped him. "Do you want to settle this with a duel?" Malfoy asked, as he composed himself, gripping his wand from inside the pocket of his robe.

At the sound of the word duel, Yugi's ears perked up, a smirk kissed his lips. He reached down to his thigh, flipping open the case that held his deck, pulling it out. "Duel."

He looked up to see Malfoy's wand brandished in his face. His voice was full of displeasure as he swatted it away. "Point that thing some place else."

It was then Malfoy's turn to let a smirk creep across his face, his voice full of amusement. "Don't tell me that you've never hear how to duel before."

Yugi glared at him, reveling his duel monster deck as he placed it in his Duel Disk now attached to his wrist. "Oh, I've dueled more than you can ever imagine."

Malfoy let out a forced laugh. "Really, then you do know that a wand to duel, not some cards. Petrificus Total-"In mid-statement, Malfoy stopped and brought his wand down, causing Harry to stare. "I'm sorry I bothered you guys." Malfoy's voice was blunt and monotone. He turned to go motioning for his perplexed goons to follow.

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The three teens' eyes flicked up to the opening door when a boy with sleeked back blond hair, not unlike Malik's, followed by two gorilla like figures. When the black-haired boy, Harry, laid his eyes upon, he rushed to his feet.

"What do you want Malfoy," he said, full of hate, which was soon replaced with a grin. "You're looking better than when I last left you and your cronies; a couple of slugs squeezed into Hogwarts."

They appeared to despise each out, much like Joey and Kaiba.

"No thanks to you; I had to spend a week at St. Mungo's to get rid of it. Where's that mudblood, Granger? Did You-Know-Who get her?"

"Why don't you answer that question yourself? Your dad's one of Voldemort's mates, he must brag about it all the time, Ferret-Boy." At the use of one of Pegasus' suffixes, Yugi let out a chuckle.

/Any relation to Pegasus?/

//I'm not sure, but after all of this, I wouldn't be surprised.//

"Leave Father out of this. And speaking mate's, it seems like you've got some new ones; a gay beach blond, a circus freak and an old lady."

It was at this point where Yugi and Malik lost control to their yamis, who joined Bakura in outrage for insulting their hikaris.

((GAY BEACH BLOND!!!! That prat is going to wish had never been born! I am going to kick his ass to Ancient Egypt and back then send him to the Shadow Realm and feed him to the Winged Dragon of Ra.))

Yami and Bakura were without words; Yami shaking uncontrollably, muttering a string of curses under his breath. Bakura was silent, fingering a dagger in the pocket of his jeans, admitting a murderous look.

Marik was first to recover from the shock, grabbing the boy's robes and slamming him against the door. Bakura sauntered up to him on the left, Yami on the right, creating an intimidating semi-circle around him.

It was Marik who spoke, voice so soft, but everyone heard it. "You will never, ever call me, or any of us at that matter, that again if you do not wish for experience torture like you've never felt before for the rest of eternity. You got that?" With that, he let him fall to the ground.

"Do you want to settle this with a duel?" he asked, standing up, placing a hand in his robe pocket.

At the sound of the word duel, Yami's ears perked up, a smirk kissed his lips. 'So he think he can beat me in a duel. How stupid is he?' He reached down to his thigh, flipping open the case that held his deck, pulling it out, and then strapping his Duel Disk to his right wrist. "Duel."

When he finished, he saw the boy's wand pointed at the bridge of his nose, in-between his eyes. Annoyance filled his voice as he pushed the wand out of his face. "Point that thing some place else."

The boy's mouth broke into a grin. "Don't tell me that you've never hear how to duel before."

Yami glared at him. 'How stupid do you think I am?' He then reveled his duel monster deck before he placing it in his Duel Disk now attached to his wrist. He noticed Marik's hand resting in one of his lager cargo pockets. "Oh, I've dueled more than you can ever imagine."

The boy let out a forced laugh. "Really, then you do know that a wand to duel, not some cards. Petrificus Total-"

He was in mid-sentence, when the three Item holders noticed his eyes glazed over and the Serene eye over his forehead. His actions stopped and brought his wand down.

"I'm sorry I bothered you guys." Malfoy's voice was blunt and monotone, a sign he was under a mind control. He turned to go motioning for his perplexed goons to follow.

"You just had to do that, didn't you," Yami muttered through his teeth.

"Well you weren't getting anything done, pero [1], I just saved your butt. You should be thanking me."

Yami turned his head to find Harry openly gaping at the Duel Disk on his arm. He made a swift nod of his head, motioning to his companions, who looked at the green orbed teen like he was slightly insane. They watched him for a few moments before Bakura broke the cessation of sound.

"Your acting like this is the most advanced technology you've ever seen. Have you ever even seen a Duel Disk before?" His voice cut the silence like a blunt knife. Harry shook his head. "Do you even know what Duel Monsters is?" Again he shook his head causing Bakura to slap his head with his hand, Yami to roll his eyes, and Marik to mumble something inaudible under his breath.

"Did I say something wrong?" asked Harry apologetically, after he noticed their responses. ("No," said Bakura sarcastically.) "Do you think could explain it to me?"

"Sure," said Yugi cheerfully, taking back control of his body. "You see Duel Monsters is a card game of sorts. You each start out with 4000 life points and the object is to bring your opponent's life points down to zero before he does. Now there are different types of cards-" he pulled the top card off his deck. "There are monster cards like this one, which happens to my personal favorite, the Dark Magician. The numbers at the left bottom is the monster's attack points and the ones on the bottom right are it's defense points. And these represent the monster's level. You need to sacrifice lower level monsters to summon more powerful monsters." He pulled another two cards from his deck and showed the first. "This card is a magic card. You use these cards to equipped your monsters, raising their attack power. Some of them you can use on all monsters, while others are only good for a certain type of monsters. Like this one, Book of Secret Arts, it raises and Magician/Magic monsters attack power by 300 points. Another type of cards are trap cards. These cards will block attacks, protecting your life points, or deduct life points from your opponent. This card, Mirror Force, sends an attack sent two you back at the other person. The final type of card is a Ritual Card. They allow you, if you have the right monsters, to sacrifice monsters to create some of the most powerful monsters.

"Now at the beginning of the duel each person draws six cards. You can't attack until both of you have turn. Now when you want to play a monster, you can announce it in one of five ways. If you wish to play it in attack mode, you can just lay the card face down, not saying it is a monster, announce that you play a monster face in attack mode, to saying it's name, or you can announce the name and it's in attack mode. When you place it in attack mode, place it vertically on the field. If you wish to place it in defense mode you can just say you play a monster in defense mode, laying it faced down horizontally on the field, or announce the name as well. You can switch cards into opposite modes only during your turn. At the beginning of each of your turns, you can draw a single card, but you Now, when each person has had a turn, you can start attacking. Only when a monster is in attack mode and face up, you can attack with. When a monster attacks another, if it is in defense mode, no life points are lost. But if the monster being attacked is in attack mode, the monster with the lower attack power is destroyed, sent to the graveyard, and the difference of the attack points are deducted from the owner's life points. If the monsters attack points are equal, they are both destroyed but no life points are lost. In order to protect your monsters you can lay down trap cards and magic cards. Trap cards are always laid faced down and never announce that it is a trap card. You can activate these cards whenever someone attacks you. Magic cards can played face up and announced or face down not announced. If you are attacked, you can reveal the face down cards, raising your monster's attack or defense power to protect them. Sounds simple, but it takes strategy."

At this point, the compartment door slid open, causing Bakura, taking control of his hikari again, Malik, and Yugi to turn their head and giving the person a dirty look. A boy with vibrant red hair looked at them, wondering what he did wrong.

"Ron!" Harry jumped up, smiling at him as the three other teens went back to what they were doing. "I take it that the prefect meeting's over, but where's Hermonie?"

"She volunteered to patrol the train, but why she would rather do that instead of reading is beyond me. And what's their problem?"

"Oh, they're new students, our year. They had a little run in with Malfoy. " The boy's eyes widened at this. Then Harry addressed them. "You guys, this is my friend Ron Weasley."

Yugi smiled, "Hi, I'm Yugi, Yugi Mouto."

"Ryou Bakura."

"Malik Ishtar."

Ron caught a glimpse of Yugi's Duel Monster's deck as he hastily shoved it back in its case. "Wow, what's that?"

Yugi rolled his eyes. "Harry, you explain."

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[1] pero: the Egyptian pronunciation for the hieroglyphic for pharaoh. Instead of having Isis, Malik, Marik, Ryou, and Bakura reefer to Yami as Pharaoh, he will be called that so no one really understands.

There, done and only after about a month and a half. Well, sorry it took so long. I've been running here, there, and everywhere. I'm half way done with the 4th chapter; it should be posted next week. Wait, I take that back I have exams which I'm supposed to be studying for right now. Fourth chapter will be up by Christmas. Hopefully, but don't quote me on it. This chapter was just really hard to write and on top of that, I had a really bad case of writer's block. Well, don't kill me. Ja ne.
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